A team of ex-major leaguers — and at least one of their kids — is getting together to compete in an amateur baseball tournament. Roger Clemens (and son Kody Clemens), Josh Beckett, Tim Hudson, Jason Isringhausen, Roy Oswalt, Rick Ankiel, Carl Everett, J. D. Drew and Dan Uggla are joining team organizers Adam LaRoche and Nate Robertson on the “Kansas Stars” team in the upcoming National Baseball Congress World Series in Wichita, Kansas.
The tournament is normally for college-aged guys with marginal professional prospects. Indeed, the story about it in the New York Times notes that the ace of last year’s winner was recently released by an A-ball team. So, if the creaky bodies of the Kansas Stars’ players are able to withstand a two-week tournament, these old dudes will probably do pretty well, one assumes.
All that being said, I’m rooting for a team of marginal college-age amateurs to beat the snot of ’em.
Yesterday’s Nats-Pirates game lasted 18 innings and nearly six hours. And it was a low-scoring game too. I think 98.5% of parents with young kids at such a game would’ve left that one early and no one would’ve blamed them.
One set of parents — Pirates fans — didn’t leave early. Probably because their son would’ve killed them if they had.
Check out this kid. He had all of the feels. Anger and despair when Daniel Murphy tied it up to send it to extras, jubilation when Starling Marte homered in the 18th and a lot of other stuff in between. Oh, and the ketchup on his face for that 17th inning hot dog was special too.
Eighteen innings is a lot to ask of a kid. But this kid had a lot to give. I feel like we have an instant celebrity on our hands:
Dodgers outfielder Yasiel Puig honored Vin Scully yesterday with a pair of cool batting practice cleats. They had a picture of Vin Scully on them and the words “Win for Vin.”
I wish Puig was still as controversial as he was a couple of years ago so someone would try to turn this into some sort of act of disrespect on his part. Then I could make a full-throated defense of him. Those were good times. This must be what old cold war analysts felt like in 1990. Sigh.